She played off after wearing the book

Chapter 185 Hound
Slowly opening her eyes, Qianqiao looked around blankly, her memory still remained in being hugged by her adoptive father, and then...

Qian Qiao, who finally remembered what she had done, stretched out her hand and patted her forehead angrily. This was the second time. It seemed that after coming to this world, she became less defensive towards others.

Qianqiao doesn't know whether this phenomenon is good or bad for her, maybe it has something to do with her growth environment, she didn't have too good friends in her previous life.

The status of an orphan allows her to keep a safe distance in interpersonal communication, neither far nor close, neither close nor close, and can chat together, but cannot talk to each other.

Whether it is about things or people, there is room for it, and it is impossible to completely let go of guard, let alone fall asleep in front of others without defense like now.

After thinking for a long time, Qianqiao decided to send a voice transmission to Xiuxiu, telling her that she was planning to practice in seclusion in the next two days, so she would not go to play with her.

After the musical note flew out, Qianqiao quietly opened the door, and when she saw no one around, she hung a sign outside the door, and then closed the door tightly, saying that she would not go out again for the next two days.

The reason why she did this was because she was afraid of meeting her adoptive father when she went out. After all, it was too shameful to fall asleep in his arms, so Qianqiao embraced the mentality of an ostrich and could hide for a day.

When Nangong Zhengyang came, he saw the sign of retreat hanging in front of Qianqiao's door, and after thinking about it for a while, he knew why she was like this.

With a helpless chuckle, Nangong Zhengyang turned and left without disturbing the "ostrich" girl.

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Two days passed in a flash, and when the spirit boat stopped, Qianqiao quit the meditation, stretched her waist and opened the door, but she didn't want someone to lean on the railing of the boat with her arms crossed and look at her.

"!!!"

When Qianqiao saw who was coming, she retreated to the room almost preconditionally and tried to close the door.

"Qiaoqiao, what's the matter? Don't want to see Daddy?"

Nangong Zhengyang didn't give her a chance to close the door, he supported the door with one hand and the door frame with the other hand, bent down to Qianqiao's ear and said.

"no!"

The warm breath blew past her ears, causing itching. Qianqiao immediately covered her ears, took a step back to avoid the adoptive father who was too close, and then said loudly, as if she felt that if she didn't speak loudly, she would lose her momentum in front of him.

"Then why did you close the door when you saw your father?"

He raised his eyebrows and looked at the slightly cramped girl in front of him. Perhaps it was a change in his mentality that made Nangong Zhengyang look like a hunting dog unleashed. At this moment, he was staring at his prey, ready to go.

"I... I forgot to take something!"

Qianqiao rolled her eyes and thought of a reasonable explanation.

"Oh, then take it, Daddy is waiting for you~"

Nangong Zhengyang leaned against the door frame, looking at Qianqiao leisurely.

"Uncle Yang, the Patriarch is looking for you..."

An abrupt voice sounded outside the door, followed by the sound, and saw a young man in white clothes standing outside the door at some point.

The narrowed willow eyes with a smile, and that unmistakable gentle smile made Nangong Zhengyang, who had been interrupted from his "good thing", not know how to get angry.

"Qiaoqiao, Daddy is off to work first, you can pack up and come out, see you later~"

Frowning and staring at the young man for a long time, Nangong Zhengyang held down the twitching forehead, let out a breath, turned around and gave Qian Qiao a word, then turned and left.

"Ah Jun, thank you..."

Nangong Zhengyang's departure made Qianqiao heave a sigh of relief. She was really overwhelmed by her adoptive father's pressure just now, so she said gratefully to the white-clothed boy in front of her.

"I can't remember anything I've done to deserve your thanks..."

Nangong Jun clenched his palms tightly, still had that gentle smiling face, but the words he spoke were cold...

(End of this chapter)